An Qingli once held a scalpel. Although he was directly operating on the human soul, his hand was extremely steady.
The foreign object is very small and escapes extremely fast.
However, An Qingli, who was in the Immortal Lord Realm, was extremely quick in his attacks.
Just one knife.
The knife is quite large.
But An Qingli was like using a big knife to embroider. He cut out the foreign matter with just one stroke, impartially and steadily.
"ah……"
An Baichang's soul was dug out, and he was naturally in pain, and his resentment condensed again.
"I'm a ghost... I'm a ghost... too..." the resentful spirit roared.
An Qingli thought in his mind, and the black fire burned, and the resentful spirit was also frightened.
The foreign objects that were gouged out will return to An Baichang's soul.
With one black crescent slash, the alien soul was completely reduced to nothing.
The soul-binding array was withdrawn.
An Baichang's wounded soul couldn't wait to die and hid back in his body.
"It hurts...it hurts me to death...Give me a good time and let me die..."
As expected, An Baichang was wailing in pain, and his cry was so shrill that it made people's hearts tremble.
The Goodness blew the requiem.
Mu Sheng forced An Baichang to drink some soul-reaming decoction.
But the trauma to his soul was really too painful. An Baichang screamed and struggled, and even the soul-nurturing coffin fell apart.
A medical fairy offered a soul-binding lock and forcibly bound An Baichang's body and soul.
Although the screams were suppressed by this forceful suppression, An Baichang was in so much pain that it was difficult to scream, and the pain only increased a lot.
"You deserve to be allowed to wander in."
A magical alchemist cursed, raised his sleeves, and moved the tied-up An Baichang into the new soul-nurturing coffin.
"Tell me, if we do this, will we really raise a resentful spirit?" Some people are worried, but An Baichang's strong will to survive is impressive.
An Baichang's soul didn't want to fall asleep for fear of not waking up.
There was a huge force of resentment in the sky above Shendan Mansion.
Some people watched from a distance to find out.
It took several people a lot of effort to calm An Baichang's soul completely.
The coffin was sealed and a high-level soul-nurturing charm was affixed to nourish An Baichang's incomplete soul.
When the job was done, a wisp of An Qingli's soul came out of Feng Marriage's body.
Feng Ming fell limply to the ground as if she had collapsed.
An Qingli took Feng Yu's soul into his sleeves.
An Shaoyi went to the altar again and used the Yuan Guang Technique to send Feng Mar and An Qingli back to the lower realm.
An Qingli stayed in the lower world for a few days. When Feng Mar woke up, he left quietly.
"Old... Ancestor, you are finally awake!"
The leader of Huayan Sect had tears in his eyes again.
"How long did I sleep this time?" Feng Marn lay on her side on the couch, still recalling the scene in her dream.
She remembered that she also made An Qingli swear an oath.
The oath was taken, but what about the benefits...
"Three...three years."
"Three years, so long?"
Feng Mar stood up from the couch and suddenly felt that the spiritual energy around her body began to fluctuate rapidly.
"This is...this is..."
The eyes of the people around him widened in shock.
"Ha ha!"
Feng Mar laughed happily, and suddenly stood up from the couch, feeling the cultivation level in his body rising steadily.
The ferocious spiritual energy of heaven and earth went straight to where Feng Ming came from.
Late Mahayana period?
Feng Mar, the ancestor of the Huayan sect, lived in a dream for three years and went straight to the late Mahayana period?
This... what's the truth?
However, Feng Ming didn't care to answer, and she flashed to the sky above Hua Yanzong.
The turbulent spiritual power of heaven and earth is still pouring into Feng Marriage's body.
Threads of clouds of calamity began to gather.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Countless disciples of the Huayan Sect were shocked. Their young and unruly ancestor Feng Yin, who loves Western Buddhism, is he going to rise to the top with all his strength today?
The calamity cloud has become the climate.
The entire Bianlan world was once again in shock.
There is such a great thing in this world. How many years of sleep can you ascend?
However, the facts are before us.
Feng Yu really wants to fly.
"Ancestor Feng Yin, if you fly away, what will our Huayan Sect do?" The head of the Huayan Sect does his duty conscientiously and puts the interests of the sect first at all times.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll take care of it for you, Ancestor Feng Yin!"
Under the calamity clouds, Feng Mar laughed heartily, raised her legs, and went to the Buddhist Kingdom of the West first to take a look at the Buddhist disciple Huineng who was in the later stage of the calamity.
Huineng Buddha is still so pleasing to the eye.
"Master, please work harder, Wu Ling and I are waiting for you above!"
Feng Yin warmly waved to Huineng, then took a step forward and went to the Ghost Gate Sect in the north.
Over the past few thousand years, the Ghost Sect in the North has become a trend, and they are so bold that they come to the Central Plains to grab territory.
Feng Yu, who lived in the late Mahayana period, first cleared the territory for the Central Plains cultivation world before ascending to heaven.
Several ancestors of the Guimen Sect were hiding in the barrier, shivering and not daring to show their faces.
"We are from the same family, we are all from the same family, Feng... Marriage, we all started out as ghosts, why bother..."
Someone is begging for mercy for themselves.
Feng Yin raised her hand, smashed the barrier below with one palm, harvested several people's lives, detained a few souls, and laughed and said: "Who are the same family as you rat people? I am the same family as An Qingli of Tianyun Sect, then
Listen up, people from the east, west, south, north, and middle. From now on, the Huayan Sect in the Central Plains and the Tianyun Sect in the South will be one family. There are people in charge of these two families, so don’t mess around."
"Ancestor Feng Yin, what do you mean there is someone above?" Someone asked with wide eyes.
"How old are you who don't understand this?!"
Feng Mar was so high-spirited that she didn't even move her place, so she simply went through the Ascension Thunder Tribulation in the sky above Guimen Sect in the north.
So arrogant!
The onlookers were talking incessantly.
But Feng Marn said there was someone above her!
I'm afraid there really is someone above me, so I'm so arrogant and openly going through a thunderstorm on someone else's territory.
Terrifying thunder struck down one after another.
"There's someone above me!"
Feng Yin resisted a thunderstorm and shouted to cheer himself up.
"I want to go up and see the handsome man!"
Feng Yin staggered again and shouted something like this.
"I want to find my sister Wuling!"
Feng Mar was under the thundercloud again, her hair disheveled and her fists clenched.
"boom!"
Another thunderbolt fell, making people's hearts tremble with fear.
"An Qingli, give me strength!"
Feng Yin's hair was disheveled again, and she yelled like a crazy woman.
Everyone in the Huayan Sect looked at each other. Did the ancestor Feng Yin call the wrong person?
Huayan Sect has been established for more than 100,000 years, and dozens of ascended leaders have emerged.
If so many ascended leaders of our sect don't call for help, why should they call An Qingli of Tianyun Sect?
Could it be that……
Could it be...
perhaps……
The person who gave Ancestor Feng Yin the opportunity to ascend was An Qingli, who had only ascended to the upper world two thousand years ago.
The people from the Tianyun Sect who came to watch couldn't help but look at each other.
Could it be that this great opportunity is really given by Ancestor Qingli?!
Someone was smart enough to kneel in the air on the spot, look up to the sky and pray: "Give me a chance, ancestor Qingli!"